The Remainder of the Equinox

Chapter Seven

It was a complete mess and Genji loved it.

He never had an issue with a party, ever. He encouraged people to take it out of hand. When he woke up the next morning, he would have had a cup in his hand and no recollection of the night before. Things would have gone missing, but most of the items were easily replaceable. When Hanzo would find out, a little lecture would take place, then he would help clean up. It was simple.

The den was where the huge speakers were brought out. He waited in anticipation while Lúcio hooked up his equipment.

"Genji," Zenyatta said. "Please think. Didn't Hanzo say he would be back tonight?"

"Pshhh," he nudged him. "I have this under control. If push comes to shove, I'll just shut it down."

"Your neighbors might be trying to sleep. What if they call the police with a noise complaint?"

"Why are you worried about this? I know how to handle this. You know what?" Genji looked around and spotted a red cup. He made sure no one was coming back for it, then gave it to Zenyatta. "Here. This will help you relax."

"What is it?" He asked before taking a sip.

"I don't know."

His face scrunched up like he was eating a lemon. Genji almost wanted to Awwww, out loud. His heart leaped out of his chest.

Zenyatta shook his head. "It isn't very good."

"It's not supposed to be good, it's supposed to get you drunk as hell!" This made his friend almost choke.

"What?" He coughed.

Suddenly, the music shot through the air. It was loud enough to make Genji's eardrum burst. It was like pure ecstasy was shot through his veins. Whatever else Zenyatta said, he couldn't hear. The lights all flickered out and were replaced with multicolored ones. In a snap, more drinks were being passed around. People started doing stunts, like flips and splits and the like.

He started being directed towards a group of people. He went to make a grab at Zenyatta, but the crowd was so thick that he ended up accidentally leaving him behind. He brushed it off. He would find him again soon enough.

* * *

So. Many. People.

He was introduced to everybody's friends, partners, cousins, siblings, everything. They wouldn't shut up about each other. All the while, he hadn't had a drop of alcohol. He was too sober for this.

He couldn't help but think about what Zenyatta was doing. Was he having fun? Was he looking for him?

Just as a woman began to sing drunkenly in French, he was able to make an excuse before he dug a deeper hole for himself. There was no way he would memorize all of those names.

Why did he have that karaoke machine, anyway? Nobody sounded good on that thing. Especially when they're drunk. The woman hit a 'high note', or alternatively known as, "Screeching loud enough to crack glass". On his way out, he was able to snag a red cup filled with brown liquid for himself.

He scoured the house in search of his friend, hoping he didn't decide to ditch the party. The longer he went without having any luck finding him, the more uncomfortable he became. Would he walk all that way to the bus stop just to leave? Maybe leaving him wasn't a good idea. What if he was mad with him?